One less woman in the world,

one more ghost to accommodate

in the vast empty interior

where there is always plenty of room.

 
A mother is a particular ghost

who refuses to be just another

memory of the dead. She’s like one of

her race horses that won’t run round that way .

 
It’s early days in this grief,

no doubt there will be many more

visitations of once-lived moments of

mother absorbed in her racing form.